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Realms: Idlewild Logs

April 13

Apr 13 2003

Lotte nods and repeats Steven's query. "Yes, where are Willow and Seodil? I take it they didn't come out of their door?"

Aiden looks over at Lotte with a little shrug, "They haven't come out yet.."

Soleil nods quietly. "No sign of them. I think we came out first."

Lotte says, "Do you think... should we go back and find them?"

Aiden says, "I get the impression that they don't like each other much. I have to admit that I'm a little worried they've done something stupid."

Steven says slowly, "It would be the right thing to do, Lotte, I agree."

Aiden stands up and walks towards the only door that someone hasn't come out of yet. "Shall we, then?"

Soleil sighs and stretches, looking tired. "I don't think Seodil would kill the boy out of hand. He's not that wasteful, if you were worried."

Lotte hesitates. "Well, wait, Aiden. I mean, what if it's like you said... worse the second time around. What if we make it worse for them?"

Steven nods to Aiden and follows him toward the door. He stops, at Lotte's words.

Aiden stops with his hand on the doorknob, looking between Lotte, Steven and Sol. He sighs and walks back over to where he was, sitting down with his back against the wall..

Sol sighs. "So, we wait? I for one don't want to open that door. I don't want to know what would tempt an acolyte of the Maiden of Pain, and a person like I know Seodil to be, to stay somewhere forever."

Aiden winces visibly at that. "Well.. when you put it that way... I don't think I want to know."

Steven frowns and says, "Ex-acolyte," but it lacks conviction.

Lotte looks apologetically at Aiden. "I think that might be best. We aren't exactly equipped to handle much..."

Aiden chuckles, "You never know. We might be dressed for the occassion." His eyes widen suddenly, as if he can't believe he said that out loud. He mutters, "sorry.. just kind of slipped out.."

Lotte titters but quickly changes the subject. "So what do we do now?"

Aiden says, "I don't think we should wait long for them. That sentry is likely to get to the King soon."

Sol grins broadly at Aiden, but sobers again quickly. "Aiden has a point. Perhaps we should continue and see what the next room holds, while we wait... and only wait so long."

Aiden stands up again, walking towards the other door. He reaches out slowly and lightly touches the handle, not quite fully committed to grabbing it, in case it shocks him or something..

Lotte nods in agreement. "Explore the next room... ok."

The golden-amber elf adds more gently, "If it's rescue they need, either we'll be better equipped to help them after we win our own battle... or they'll be alive longer and happier than we."

Nothing happens when Aiden touches the door-- nothing visible or tactile, at least.

Aiden grabs the handle fully and takes a deep breath. He pauses and turns to look at the others. "Ready?"

Sol and Steven nod, stepping forward, crouching slightly for combat.

Lotte nods and takes a readied stance.

Aiden opens the door, just cracking it at first so that they can, hopefully, see at least a little of the room beyond.

The room beyond is dimly lit, a golden glow coming from an open archway at the end of what seems to be a long and narrow room. The ambient light in the current room is cool and low, from no apparent source. As it bleeds into the new room, clutter and disarray emerge from the jumble of grey shapes inside.

Broken swords and warped bows sit in mostly empty racks lining the walls of the narrow room. Piles of junk lie here and there, covered in thick dust. Nothing moves, and no one appears to be there.

Aiden opens the door fully once he's convinced that there's no one present in it. He doesn't move into the room until he's looked it over, and even then moves only a few paces in.

Lotte slowly moves toward the door, stopping behind Aiden.

The open archway at the end of the room leaks golden-tinged light into it, but nothing can be seen of what lies beyond, only a piece of another stone room. Aiden's feet disturb dust that might have lain here for decades.

Sol and Steven hang back, there being only room to go two abreast here. Sol says in hushed tones, "This might have been an armory once... they're all over the castle, one of the early Kings went on a building campaign and put them in along with hidden rooms and a new wing. This might have been one... looks like it was already looted by somebody, though. Perhaps even before my uncle seized power."

Aiden looks back over his shoulder at Sol and nods. He moves a little further into the room, still looking around carefully, his step wary.

Lotte and Aiden notice several useful items in the piles of clutter, that do not look broken. A coil of smooth-looking black rope, a few swords, a hand-length grey leather roll tied shut with thongs, a dusty wooden piccolo.

Aiden notices something tiny that glints green lying under a rack, mostly hidden.

Lotte sees a coil of thin silvery wires, covered in dust, nearly underfoot.

Aiden tilts his head off to the side and walks over to one of the racks. He kneels down and picks up the small object that caught his attention, gently blowing the dust off of it before he examines it.

Lotte kneels down and brushes the dust off the silvery wires before picking them up.

An elegantly carved wooden cloak clasp in the shape of a wolf's head biting a maple leaf sits in Aiden's hand. Under the dust, the wood is slightly shiny as if treated. The glint of green came from the wolf-head's one remaining eye, a tiny, opaque green gem.

The silvery wires shiver together in their coil, almost sounding musical. When the dust is brushed off them, they shine bright white-silver and untarnished.

Aiden goes absolutely still, staring at the clasp in his hand. He lifts one hand to his mouth, as though he's trying not to gape. A moment later he stands up and says, "We should gather what we can use while we wait for the others."

Lotte lets out an involuntary sigh of relief as the strings shiver musically. She scans the room for something they can be attached to.

Sol moves into the room now that he fits, followed by Steven. The elf leans over Aiden to see what he found and smiles. "Pretty. You might want to see if that fits your furskin." He looks wistful. "I wish we had access to some of the armories I know about; there's clothing made for shifters, that you don't have to take off to shift. It just stays there, somehow, whenever you're an elf."

Aiden grins at Sol, "If it fits, will it shift with me?"

Lotte's search is rewarded by no further musical instruments than the dark piccolo with a chip in the end opposite the mouthpiece.

Lotte walks over to the piccolo to pick it up and examine it further.

Aiden wanders over to the area that he saw the swords lying in, to inspect them..

Sol laughs. "Don't ask me. I just live here." His expresion goes funny after he says that, and he is quiet again, looking around.

Aiden clips the wolf-head pin to his cloak as he wanders over into the other area of the room..

The piccolo in Lotte's hand turns out to be black when the dust falls off of it, but definitely wooden. Aside from the small chip in the end, it's perfectly plain.

The wolf-head clasp attaches easily to Aiden's fur cloak, and holds it securely around his shoulders so that no hands are required to keep it from falling.

Lotte totes the strings and to piccolo over to the leather roll.

The grey leather roll is tied in a burrito-sized shape by leather thongs. It sits on the floor, still.

Aiden wanders over to where the swords were. He sorts out the ones that are not broken, setting them off to the side. When he's done, there are two short swords, one long sword and something that looks sort of like a katana. He takes each in turn, testing the feel of them in his hands.

Lotte sets her handful down and undoes the leather thongs of the roll.

Steven makes a quiet pleased noise, and lifts something that clanks and rings, bronzey. "What are these called... oh, right. Greaves." He tries on a set of unadorned bronze greaves and arm-bracers, cheerful.

The roll opens at Lotte's hands to reveal that it's lined with long, slender silvery tools with different thicknesses and differently-shaped ends, not unlike things one might see in a dentist's office.

Aiden finally settles on the longsword, carrying it carefully to avoid hurting himself..

Lotte whispers, "How bizarre..." In a normal voice, she addresses Soleil. "Sol, what is this?"

Sol looks over at Lotte, and comes closer. "Looks like a set of lockpicks to me." He grins fleetingly. "Not that I would know anything about that sort of thing."

Lotte blinks and looks at the tool set again, seeing them for what they really are. She laughs, "I mistook them for a dentistry set."

Sol looks blank but smiles, taking his cue from Lotte's laugh. "I gather they're not the same?"

Aiden wanders off towards something he's noticed. He kneels down next to the wall and seems to be examining a stone in the floor. He reaches down to brush the dust off of it.

Lotte cocks her head. "Maybe..." Her words trail off as she watches Aiden on the floor.

Steven says from a corner, "Oh, pouches. Does anyone need pouches?"

Sol watches Aiden. "Careful. It might be trapped."

Aiden looks up at Sol. "What is it?"

Lotte looks over at Steven. "I could use a pouch."

Sol suggests, "Trapdoor? Not very big-- secret compartment?"

Aiden nods.. He leans down closer to it after wiping the dust off, trying to see if he can see anything that would obviously indicate a trap. Well.. No big "Warning" sign. What did you expect?

Lotte scurries over to Aiden's side. "Let me look at it."

Steven says, "I'll hang onto one for you too, Lotte. Careful over there, Aiden! In this place, it could be anything..."

Aiden stands up and moves out of Lotte's way..

With a click and a whoosh of stale air, the stone rises under Lotte's probing fingers to reveal a smallish compartment as long as a normal forearm. Several things are inside it, gleaming and untouched by dust.

In the compartment, a bundled-up roll of black and white appears to be silk and leather. Beside that, several cork-stoppered vials sit. Two are filled with a smoky substance and stoppered with red wax in addition to the cork, a more serious seal. Two more are clear, with nearly invisible liquid and no wax. Two more are green as kiwi juice, and the final pair are an almost glowing, fiery orange. These bear red wax seals.

Lotte breathes, "Wow..." but steps back for Aiden to look into the compartment.

Aiden peers into the compartment, his eyes widening. "Wow.. Uh.. what is it?"

Steven says, "Here, Lotte, a pouch for you... I found a belt to go with it, too. Oh, what's that?" He reaches out and picks up the roll of black and white. It unfolds in his hands.

Soleil says, "I'm not sure... but if it's sealed with wax, I most definitely recommend against trying to drink it."

Aiden chuckles, "Naturally.."

Lotte takes the pouch and belt and thanks Steven with a smile. She returns her gaze to the viles. "Should we take them? I can put them in my pouch, or Steven can..."

Aiden nods, "Go ahead and take them.. they could come in handy at some point."

Steven says, "Maybe we should split them up... hand me four, I'll take them in mine." He holds the unfolded black and white object in his hands, spreading it out; it's a work of art.

Aiden takes a look at the black and white art, curiously..

Lotte picks up the smoky and clear vials and hands them to Steven. She takes the green and orange vials and puts them in her own pouch, gingerly.

The black & white object turns out to be a belt. Black leather is woven with bands of white silk, each color pure and in sharp contrast. The belt clasp on one side is a naked ivory female figure, the other a matte black male figure. It looks as though if combined, they would become a pair of cunningly carved lovers.

Steven takes the smoky and clear vials and puts them away as carefully in his own pouch, draping the belt across the dusty nearest sword-rack to do it.

Lotte eyes the belt. "That's... interesting..."

Aiden leaves Steven and Lotte to what they are doing and walks back over to the door they entered the room from, glancing back into the other room to see if Willow and Seodil have emerged yet.

The room is unchanged. No one else has appeared, and all three doors on that wall are shut.

Aiden says, "They're still in there.."

Sol looks up at Aiden soberly. "So they are."

Aiden frowns. "We can't stall much longer.."

Soleil adds softly, "Sworn to follow me or not, Seodil is not my sister..."

Aiden nods at Sol. "Lets move on then.. We can come back for them."

Sol nods. "They're happy, and may yet outlive us. We can assail their door if we survive the next day."

Lotte returns to her strings and places them in the pouch. She picks up the piccolo and makes room for it also. She searches momentarily for the leatherbound toolset, retrieves it, and packs it too. Finally, she returns to the conversation. "I guess we do need to keep moving. Poor Willow."

Steven sighs and says, "May the lad be strong. I'm sorry, Willow... it's for the greater good. We will come back for you. Hold fast."

Sol eyes the black and white belt. "Are we taking this? I'd like a belt for my sword, but I don't see a sheath here."

Aiden says, "We probably should take it, just in case.."

Lotte nods. "Take it. So, where should we go next?"

The golden elf picks up the curved katana-like sword and a coil of black rope. He says, "I don't see another pouch to carry it in."

Aiden walks towards the archway, careful to keep to one side of it so someone passing by the archway isn't likely to notice him right away..

Steven says, "I think I have room in mine." He stashes the rolled artistic belt and the rope.

Aiden stops close to the entry. It definitely faces the end or a corner of the room it opens into. He turns around and looks at the others, pressing a finger to his lips..

Sol steps catfooted closer to the archway by Aiden and freezes, head cocked.

Lotte slowly and quietly pads towards the archway, stopping a good distance back from Aiden and Sol.

Sol says very quietly, "I don't think they're in the next room. Listen. I think we're hearing echoes from someplace close by it."

Lotte whispers, "Echoes?" She remains behind the other two.

The tall elf says, "Still, if we can hear them..." and nods to Aiden's shh-motion.

Aiden whispers, "Can anyone make out what they're saying?" He creeps a little closer to the arch, trying to peek into the room..

Sol shakes his head. So does Steven.

Lotte creeps forward and tries to listen for the whispering.

Peeking into the next room, around the corner, Aiden sees a vast room with an arching stone ceiling at least forty feet high. The archway he leans out of is indeed in an alcove, by a rib of great archway. In the center of the room is a giant dome, with glowing yellow-golden sections between dark support ribs. Between the dome and the walls around the vast circular room is about a ten-foot space.

The room is empty of people or animals, as far as Aiden can see from here.

Aiden leans back and whispers a quick description of the room to his companions. "Any idea where we are, Sol?"

Lotte shakes her head and whispers, "I can't hear anything."

Sol blinks, tilts his head to listen again, and walks out of the archway very quietly to peer around the alcove.

Walking back, Sol says, "You can come out. I think we're alone here... but whisper. They can probably hear us as well as we can hear them... and I hear my uncle. No, I'm not sure where we are, Aiden. I've never been here before."

Aiden nods and walks quietly into the room, taking a few moments to gape at it..

Lotte follows Sol and Aiden, quietly looking around.

The group cannot see around the dome in the center, which is big enough to be a large room's ceiling by itself, or to contain a room, but to their line of sight the cavernous stone room that holds that dome is deserted save for themselves. Everyone can hear the echoing voice now, muttering, but what it says is indistinct and faint.

The glowing panels of the dome, between the plain and nonluminous stone ribs, are not uniformly colored. Swirls of foggy shapes are faintly visible on the panels, resembling nothing so much as they do clouds.

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